dajert
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♈ 𝔰ebastian_𝔪ichaelis ♈
“One Hell Of A Butler”
Out of tune this tale of terror
The slow tolling of the funeral bell.
The slow tolling of the funeral bell.
Leaning on the table in the rather silent room with his eyes closed and his arms crossed, Sebastian listened to his master babble on. Suddenly, a burst of energy coursed through him. He quickly opened his orangish-red hues and glanced out the window, unfolding his arms. He stood there, staring out the window with narrowed eyes, as if he was watching something far off.
"...That energy, I wonder who could of unleashed it. It clearly doesn't belong to that hollow I fought earlier." Sebastian was growing curious. But he knew Ciel would dislike him leaving to investigate and it was to dangerous bringing the boy along.
So the butler relaxed still keeping his eyes locked on the window but folded his arms again. Nothing looked like it was going according to plan. The members of the Edades didn't seem to be of any help, trying to trick his way into the Takanuva's stored plans didn't work. It was merely sit and wait now, and he disliked that very much.
"...That energy, I wonder who could of unleashed it. It clearly doesn't belong to that hollow I fought earlier." Sebastian was growing curious. But he knew Ciel would dislike him leaving to investigate and it was to dangerous bringing the boy along.
So the butler relaxed still keeping his eyes locked on the window but folded his arms again. Nothing looked like it was going according to plan. The members of the Edades didn't seem to be of any help, trying to trick his way into the Takanuva's stored plans didn't work. It was merely sit and wait now, and he disliked that very much.
I want to know whats going on in that,
Pretty little head of yours
Everyday is a bone palace ballet.
Pretty little head of yours
Everyday is a bone palace ballet.